"Marina Tsvetaeva. The Best (translated by Ilya Shambat) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора Will have their time.
x x x Passing me by, as you walk To charms doubtful and not mine - If you but knew how much fire, How much life is wasted in vain, On the rustling, occasional shade What a heroic flame - And how enflamed my heart This gunpowder wasted in vain! O the trains flying into the night, Carrying sleep on the station away.. If you recognized - if you but knew - Then and there, I know, anyway. Why are my words so sharp In the smoke of my cigarette - Is there in my light-haired head. x x x My voice is dumb and all the words, In vain. So now, go! I won't be in the right before Anyone, I know. Beautiful coward, in this battle It's not for me to fall! But, dear youth, I do not fight For power in this world. And this the noble-minded verse Never yourself denies. You can - because of someone else - Not see my very eyes, Not to grow blind upon my flame, |
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